The Bitten Assassin

I Can't

Alastor examined his attire in his floor-to-ceiling mirror.

He wore a tight black shirt with long sleeves, completed with a popped collar. Below that, there were suit pants since they were simply what he found accustomed to his likings, and some random boots he found under his bed. He had never seen them before, but they had a tag with his name, so he accepted.

When he first started in the business, everything he heard was about Mykino.

"Mykino did this, Mykino did that. Mykino, Mykino, Mykino."

It infuriated him.

Nobody cared that he, himself was the top of his class.

Nobody cared that he had worked so freaking hard to get here.

No one acknowledged his accomplishments.

Nobody realized that he was the new guy.

No one conversated with him, no one showed him around, nobody made him feel welcomed, and nobody tried to help and stop his growing hate for the Mykino character.

It wasn't until yesterday that he first met him.

He was an ignorant CHILD!

Full of himself, for sure, but all the more ignorant.

He had trouble believeing that this was who all the fuss was about.

But as he spent more time in the room with Oberon and him, his fury and hate only grew more. He hated Mykino's sarcasm. He hated how all the girls he met only cared for him. He hated how Mykino got so angry about taking a night off. He hated how there was this much freaking competition over a job where they were ASSIGNED to kill some feeble, little, worthless, scum of the earth, humans.

Sure, the pay was amazing, but other than that, what was so special?

Alastor hated him so much, he had began thinking of multiple ways and methods of putting the 'legend' to death. He thought of ways to make him mess up on his missions, ways to get him caught, ways to get him fired... ways to murder him.

The thought made him giddy.

'With that brat out of the way,' he thought, 'Maybe then I'll get the recognition I deserve. Maybe then everyone will speak of me, Alastor, who did even better on the night shifts and did so much more than Mykino ever dreamed of when he was alive.'

When he was alive....

He liked the sound of that.

There was a knock at the door.

"Alastor, sugar, are you ready?" Miss Cassidy asked.

"Ah, yes. I'll be right there," he called out.

"Alright," she replied.

He ran his hand through his hair one last time before making his way towards his door.

He unlocked it and twisted the knob to open.

"How do I look?" He asked her.

"Absolutely lovely," she beamed. He thanked her and returned the smile.

"You better get going. I heard Mykino's placing bets to see if you're late."

Alastor rolled his eyes and she giggled.

"Well, Cherri. See you later " Alastor concluded and placed a soft kiss to her lips.

"Good luck!" She called out as he turned and headed away. He walked backwards and said, "I don't need it!" Then, with a lasting grin, he disappeared down the hallway.